Jeffrey's Adventures in Babysitting

Jeffrey's Adventures in Babysitting 6

By David

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Jeffrey’s Adventures in Babysitting
by David

Chapter Six – Another Fine Mess

When the alarm went off on Wednesday morning Jeffrey was slow to wake up. For a long time he just lay there, feeling weary and dazed ... and oddly exposed. He might have gone back to sleep if he wasn’t so cold. He tried to pull up the covers and get warm, but they were all tangled under his body and chill of the morning air raised goosebumps all over his bare skin.

“Dang it!” he muttered as he sat up in the bed. “All I want is just five more minutes! Why is everything so hard?!”

When he finally opened his eyes he saw that he was nearly naked, having shed his pajama bottom sometime during the night; likewise, his pajama top was unbuttoned and half off of his body, leaving his belly and nipples exposed to view.

“What the heck?! Why am I like this? What happened to ....”

A flash of heat filled his cheeks as it all came back to him. Oh yeah ... now he remembered; he’d stayed up until the wee hours of the morning jacking off, of all things. His knees were weak, his penis ached and he felt sticky all over.

“Oh geez, how could I forget?”

He plopped back on his pillow for a moment and smiled. He tried to remember how many times he did the dirty deed, but it was at least three, perhaps four or more. Just how often can a thirteen year old boy do that, anyway? Oh yes, he’d quite a pleasant experience as he remembered the fantastic fantasies he’d conjured up in his head and the amazing orgasms he’d managed to pull off, quite literally. It was, for all intents and purposes, an adolescent orgy involving only his hands, his penis and his imagination.

“Good times,” he muttered in post-orgasmic bliss.

Jeffrey’s poor penis, not surprisingly, was all the worse for the wear. He reached for his eyeglasses on the nightstand so he could see the damage. Oh yes, the poor little thing was in bad shape, its red, inflamed tip peering out from between his plump thighs, looking quite beaten up and oh so pitiful.

“Geez, it feels like it’s on fire!” The regretful lad touched the tender, withdrawn organ and he winced at the burning sensation. “I really overdid things last night ... sure wish I hadn’t done that! Dang it, and now I gotta get dressed and go to school? Just wearing pants is gonna hurt. I wish I could just stay home and sleep all day!”

Jeffrey’s pain-ridden penis was just one of his worries. Masturbation, as any young boy can tell you, is messy, and so his belly and his hands and most of his exposed skin was coated with alternating layers of sticky and dried spunk, the unpleasant product of his numerous nocturnal passions. Not only that, but his sheets and covers were a complete disaster, soaked with slimy ejaculate in some spots and littered with a brittle veneer of cream-colored crust in others.

“Ew, that is so disgusting!” he muttered as his bare skin touched the damp semen. “How come something that feels so good has to be so nasty?!”

The red-faced lad felt a shiver of shame go through him as he recalled spurting and spewing semen all over himself in the dark, and he remembered not caring at the time. As messy as it was, the sensations brought on by his orgasms were so glorious, so amazing that rather than wipe up after himself he chose to jerk off again and again until his passions – and his bodily fluids – were finally spent. Jeffrey bit his lip as he remembered the last time he jerked off and he got barely a trickle of sticky fluid for his trouble. He glanced down at his withered wiener in its hiding place and he winced to see how it was both gummy and crunchy at the same time.

“This is so stupid!” he muttered aloud. “Stupid dick! Stupid stuff that comes out of my stupid dick! I wish I didn’t even have the stupid thing!”

All of a sudden there was a loud rapping at the door and it swung open, fast and quick. Jeffrey’s heart raced as he pulled the covers over his nudity just in the nick of time.

“Knock-knock! It’s time for breakfast, sweetie,” Marie Walton said with an unusually cheerful voice as she entered his bedroom. She stepped close to give him a kiss on the forehead, but then stopped. Jeffrey watched as her nose wrinkled up and she made a face like something stunk.

“My goodness, honey, what is that smell? You didn’t pee the bed, did you?”

The stunned lad’s eyes went wide with horror. “EW! No Mom, I didn’t pee the bed! EEEEWWW! Why would you say such a thing?!”

A curious smile spread over Mrs. Walton’s face and she gave Jeffrey her patented I-know-you’re-up-to-something stare. She let her gaze drift along the tightly pulled covers. She then let go with a little chuckle and winked.

“Oh, I’m just teasing you, sweetie. I know, I know, there goes Mom, making her dumb old mom jokes. Don’t pay any attention to me, honey. I’m just being silly!”

The panicked teenager cringed as his mother leaned over and gave him a long, affectionate hug; he was terrified that she would pull down his sheets and see not only his half-naked body, but the nasty mess he’d made. Thank goodness she didn’t, choosing instead to muss up his hair and giving him a kiss on the forehead before heading for the door.

“Okay, lazy bones, get up and at’em. You have a long day ahead of you. Let’s go, chop-chop!”

Jeffrey watched with relief when his mother finally left the room, but he didn’t dare relax until he was certain she was down the hall and out of earshot.

“Geez, that was close!” he muttered. “She is going to kill me if she ever she sees what I’ve done! I gotta fix this and now!”

Jeffrey jumped out of bed and surveyed the damage. It was even worse than he thought; indeed, it looked like he really had peed in the bed, not just in one spot, but all over. He winced as he imagined his mother’s reaction if she saw what he’d done.

“Jeffreeeeeyyyy!” Mrs. Walton called from the kitchen. “Hurry up and get your shower, sweetie! Your breakfast is almost ready!”

I am so screwed, he thought with despair. Dang it! How am I gonna fix this?

Rushed for time, the worried teenager pulled the covers over the ugly stains. He quickly arranged his pillows in the way his mother always did and smoothed everything out the best he could. His hands trembled and his knees felt weak as he stepped back to survey his handiwork.

“There, that looks better ... I guess,” he said, not at all believing his own words. “Maybe she won’t notice. Maybe ... if I get home in time ... I’ll do the laundry ... yeah, that’s what I’ll do! Then she won’t find out. Yeah, I’ll wash them myself ... she’ll never know.”

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After a quick shower Jeffrey was fully dressed and sitting at the kitchen table, mumbling his way through breakfast and doing his best to avoid eye contact with his mother.

“Sooooo ... how did you sleep last night? I thought I heard you up,” Marie Walton merrily sang. “You sounded restless. In fact, when I peeked in to check on you, you were talking in your sleep! Isn’t that funny?”

The horrified boy’s eyes went wide with surprise, causing the happy woman to bust out in laughter.

“You silly thing! It must have been a very interesting dream you were having? Was it, sweetie? Did you have a fun dream? Hmm? Hmmm?”

Jeffrey pushed his oversized horn-rimmed glasses up his nose and poked at his cereal, not at all interested in having this conversation.

“Maybe. I dunno. I ... I c-can’t re- ... remember.”

The cheerful woman giggled. “Aw, poor baby, you look so pitiful. You really need to go to bed sooner, sweetie. Get some sleep, have some more nice dreams. Bedtime is fun time, or at least that’s what they say! Haha! You ought to know that better than anyone!”

The worried lad looked up to see his mother staring right at him. Her eyes were bright and eager, daring him to say something, anything. He did the only thing he could do, which was just shrug and turn his attention back to his breakfast.

“Don’t forget, you’re supposed to babysit for Mrs. Martin this afternoon!” Mrs. Walton reminded him as he finished up and headed out the door. “Be a good boy and make me proud!”

Jeffrey sighed. This was not going to be a good day.

As you might expect, our young hero’s time at school dragged on for what seemed like forever. He kept mostly to himself, too tired to talk with his friends and too distracted to answer questions from his teachers. Between the soreness between his legs and his lack of sleep, he was absolutely miserable; there was a niggling itching at the tip of his penis that just begged to be scratched, and he could hardly keep his eyes open during his classes, earning him the ire of his teachers. What little time he was awake, his mind drifted toward the events at the Martin house and knowing that he was going to have to face those little brats after school. This was not something he was eager to do.

“I really don’t want to go to go babysit!” he fumed as the final bell of the day rang and he headed toward his fate. “Why is my mom making me do this crap anyway? She knows I hate babysitting! She’s so mean to me sometimes. It’s not fair ... it’s just not fucking fair ....”

By the time Jeffrey arrived at the Martin house he was so downhearted he was on the verge of crying. He really wanted to go home and hide in his bed, but that wasn’t going to happen, of course, on orders from his mother. As he entered the house he gritted his teeth and prepared himself for battle. After all that happened to him the previous day, he was not going to let those stupid little grade school girls get the best of him, not on this day, not ever again, not no way, not no how.

“Somebody is getting smacked if they even put their stupid hands on me,” he told himself. “I am not letting those stupid brats push me around like they did yesterday!”

To Jeffrey’s surprise, however, things were quite different from the day before. Anita and Rita and Tina all had already changed from their school clothes into their usual t-shirts and shorts and had taken up residence in the family room where they were quietly reading. The three girls paid him little to no attention when he entered the room, focusing instead on their books and homework; in fact, when he made his obligatory greeting – “Hey, it’s me ... what’s going on?” – he was shushed and informed that it was study time.

“Quiet please!” Rita – or was it Tina? – fussed. “We have stuff to do, so we don’t have time to play, Jeffrey-Poo.”

“Yeah, go find something to do, Jeffrey-Poo!” sang Tina – or was it Rita? “Mommy says we’re supposed to have our quiet time, so shush!”

The bewildered boy shook his head and wondered if he had come into the wrong house; it was as though the previous day hadn’t happened and these were not the little demons that caused him so much embarrassment and pain.

Anita, the oldest, chuckled at Jeffrey’s obvious confusion. “You heard’em, Jeffrey-Poo. Shush up!”

Well, it’s them all right, he thought. Nobody else calls me “Jeffrey-Poo.”

After about twenty minutes “study time” ended and the girls quietly put their books and things away. There was some whispering and some giggling, and then they suddenly gathered before Jeffrey like a squad of adorable soldiers. The teenager braced himself for the worst; the memory of being held down by the three little “angels” and getting his bare butt smacked caused him to go weak with fear. To his surprise – and relief! – the freckle-faced trio demanded instead that they play a board game together.

“C’mon, Jeffrey, let’s plaaaaay-yaaaaaay! We got our lessons done and we’ve been really good! Please play with us! Puh-leeeeeeeasssssse!”

Jeffrey was pleasantly surprised at how nicely the afternoon was proceeding, not at all like the day before. The girls were on their best behavior, just as they had been on Monday, playing the board game and laughing and teasing one another and getting along great. Other than that annoying game of “Who sits next to Jeffrey?” it was actually quite fun. The teenager felt quite flattered at how nicely he was being treated by his young charges; they even took turns fetching glasses of soda pop and treats for him, waiting on him hand and foot as if he was some sort of celebrity.

“How about another drinky winky, Jeffrey?” cooed Rita as she plied the baffled boy with a refill of his grape soda.

“Here’s some more cookies, Jeffrey!” sang Tina, setting a plate of chocolate chip treats before him.

“We just looooove playing games with you, Jeffrey-Poo!” Anita declared as the littler girls doted on him. “You’re our favorite babysitter!”

“Yeah! Our favorite babysitter in the whole wide world!” the twins sang in chorus. “You’re the bestest there ever was!”

The confused lad felt more than a little self-conscious, being the center of so much attention. He hadn’t forgotten that twenty-four hours earlier these silly, giggly, innocent-looking little imps had stripped him naked, manhandled him terribly so and put him through the worst kind of embarrassment. But that could have been a dream now, they were acting so weirdly “normal.” And he sure as heck wasn’t about to bring any of that up, especially if it meant keeping peace in the house and getting home with his dignity.

About an hour of fun and games ... well, that’s when things started going wrong. It all began when Jeffrey had to pee, of course. He’d drunk so much soda he thought his bladder was about to pop, so during a break in the game he managed to slip away to the bathroom. That’s when he discovered that trouble was afoot.

“Why is the door locked?” the teenager said aloud. He rattled the knob and knocked. “Is anybody in there? Anita? Rita-Tina? Hello? Who’s in there?”

“Ain’t nobody in there, Jeffrey-Poo,” cooed a little girl voice behind him. “I guess you’re just outta luck.”

Jeffrey pushed his oversized horn-rimmed glasses up his nose and frowned. Eleven year old Anita standing with her hands on her hips, like a character in a superhero comic; she was flanked by her younger sisters, who were in the same exact pose.

“Anita, did you lock this door?” The frustrated boy tried to make his voice sound menacing, but all that did was elicit a ripple of girlish giggles.

“Mmmm, could be,” Anita said with a smirk. “You could go upstairs and use our mommy’s bathroom. You know, like you did yesterday.”

“Yeah, like you did yesterday, Jeffrey-Poo!” taunted Rita. “That was fun!”

“And funny!” teased Tina.

Jeffrey sighed. He knew it was too good to be true. Those little brats hadn’t forgotten what they’d done to him. Not at all. He was being set up again. The problem was, he didn’t have time for any nonsense. He really needed to pee!

“C’mon guys, I really got to go.” He rattled the doorknob again and sighed. “Unlock the door, okay, Anita? Please?”

There was no reply. Instead, Jeffrey felt a rush of air; he looked over and, sure enough, the trio of sisters had scattered off. All throughout the house was the muffled laughter of little girls, along with the sound of bare feet pounding up the stairs and along the second floor. The flustered boy sighed and then began the long trek to find some sort of relief.

“Anita! Tina! Rita! You better not lock anymore doors! I’m telling your mama if you do!”

Cursing under his breath, Jeffrey hurried his pace, pressing his knees together in an effort to stifle the urge to empty his bladder.

“I swear, if they’ve locked me out of any more bathrooms, I’m gonna kill those little brats,” he muttered as he made his way up the steps. “What a pain in the butt!”

There were two bathrooms upstairs, one in the hall and the other in Mrs. Martin’s bedroom. And sure enough, the doors to each were locked. Jeffrey banged on both and, just as it happened downstairs, all he got were impish giggles and jeering laughter.

“Sorry! Nobody’s home. Please come back later and try again!”

“Rita? Is that you? Are you in there? You let me in, okay? I really gotta pee something awful! Come on, Rita, let me in!”

“Nobody in here but us chickens! Please go away and pee somewhere else, please!”

“Come on you guys, I really gotta go!” Jeffrey pleaded. He took a deep breath. “Okay, okay, you had your fun. Now come on out and let me have my turn. Come on, dammit! I really gotta go!”

“What’s the matter, Jeffrey-Poo? Is you afwaid you gonna pee your wittle panties?”

Jeffrey looked over to see one of the twins standing just outside their mother’s bedroom door. He adjusted his glasses. It looked like Tina, but he couldn’t be sure. What he did know was that she had the cutest grin on her face; well, it might have been cute if he hadn’t been in such dire straits.

“Very funny,” the angry teenager fussed as he approached the freckle-faced girl. “Are you done now? Can I go in there now?”

“Sure, it’s free. Go for it!”

Jeffrey went to Mrs. Martin’s bathroom and tried the door. Sure enough, it was still locked. There was more laughter and when he returned to the hallway he saw Anita and Rita emerge from the other bathroom and pull the door closed behind them.

“Don’t let it shut!” he screamed, but it was too late. The latch went click. He rushed over and once again was disappointed to find the knob wouldn’t turn.

“Dammit! This isn’t funny!” He looked over to see all three sisters standing at the stairs, their hands over their faces, trying their best not to laugh. “Anita, come on, unlock this door, dammit! I’m about to pee myself!”

At this point the girls all exploded in joyful hilarity, jumping up and down and dancing with delight.

“That’s your problem, not ours!” Anita squealed. “It’s not our fault you’re a big old baby who pees his pants!”

“Yeah, you’re just a big old baby who pees his pants!” the younger girls happily screamed.

“Lookie lookie at what I got!” Anita said in a sing-song voice. She held up a small screwdriver, the same one she’d used the day before to open the bathroom door and ambush our hero while stuck on the toilet. “If you catch me you can have it!”

With that she did a little dance, waving the key about like an orchestra conductor’s baton. Jeffrey started for her, but the twins blocked his way, each tackling a leg and holding him immobile while their older sister escaped down the stairs. The poor boy was nearly at the end of his rope. Relief was just a few steps away and he could not wait to empty his bladder.

“TINA-RITA! RITA-TINA! WHOEVER YOU ARE ... DANG IT! LET ME GO! LET ME GO, DAMMIT! I GOTTA GO PEE!”

The next thing he knew, the twins quickly took off downstairs. A chorus of giggles echoed throughout the house while Jeffrey carefully followed, taking extra care not to lose control of his bladder – and his dignity – as he made his way down the steps. Once he reached the bottom he found himself ambushed by all three girls; each of the twins had grabbed him by the wrist while Anita used both hands to shove against his chest, knocking him down on the floor. The panic-stricken lad looked up to see smarmy smirks plastered across their otherwise adorable little faces.

“What’s the matter, Jeffrey? I thought you had to pee?” Anita’s smile was broad and mean-spirited. “You better hurry before it’s too late!”

Pressing his knees tightly together, the worried teenager was nearly in tears. “Come on guys, let me up, please? I really gotta go. I mean, I REALLY GOTTA GO NOW!”

Anita and the twins put their hands to their mouths and giggled. Jeffrey gave the girls a weak smile. By this point he was curled up with his hands pressed against his crotch, which triggered a burst of girlish laughter.

“Please, Anita ... Tina ... Rita ... you ... you don’t really want me to um ... you know ... pee my pants. Do you?”

“Mmmm, maybe,” teased Anita. “That would be pretty funny.”

“Yeah, that would be hilarious!” shouted Rita-Tina.

The desperate teenager pushed his glasses up his nose and pouted. “No, that would NOT be funny! Come on, you guys ... please let me up and go to the bathroom. PUH-LEEEEASSSE?!”

“Hmmm, I got an idea,” Anita said sweetly. She put her finger to her chin as if she was about to make an important announcement. “Okay, how about we unlock the door ....”

Jeffrey smiled eagerly. “Okay, that sounds great!”

“... and you let us watch you pee?!”

The twins nodded in agreement, their little red heads bobbing up and down like a pair of bobble-head dolls. “Yeah, we wanna watch you pee!” they chanted. “That would be really fun!”

This was not exactly what Jeffrey had expected to hear. He was horrified, of course! They wanted to watch him pee? What was wrong with these stupid girls? Just yesterday they stood over him while he had to, well, um ... poop on the toilet. And now they wanted to watch him pee? What was up with that?

“I’m not doing that!” he shouted. “You guys are crazy! I’m not gonna let you watch me pee! Look ... all I want to do ... geez, I really gotta go! Come on, Anita! Unlock the stupid door before I piss my pants!”

“Nuh-uh! No can do!” The smirking girl wagged the little screwdriver at him as if he was a naughty little child. “No pee, no key! We wanna see you pee. If you won’t let us, then you can just go ahead and pee your pretty panties!”

“Yeah!” shouted the twins. “You can just pee your pretty panties, Baby Jeffrey! See if we care!”

Biting his lip, Jeffrey actually considered the offer, if only for a second or two. What would be the harm? All he had to do was let them watch him pee, right? It wasn’t like they’d never seen his penis before, that was for sure. All he had to do was unzip his pants, pull out his dick ... and let three little girls watch as he peed into the toilet bowl. As simple as that.

“Um ... well ....”

But he couldn’t do it. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. For a brief moment he tried to imagine pulling out his dick and letting the girls watch him pee, but the very idea was, well, just horrible. There was no way he could do that! The very idea of these three little brats blackmailing him into doing something so embarrassing, so ... so humiliating ... that was just awful! If he did that, if he let these stupid little girls push him around like that, well, he’d never forgive himself.

“Anita,” Jeffrey said in as calm and stern a voice as he could muster, “you better let me up. And you better give me that key ... and you better do it now. I am not putting up with your nonsense any longer. I am your babysitter, your mother put me in charge and ....”

Before he could get another word out, Anita turned and threw the little screwdriver on the floor. Jeffrey watched helplessly as the shiny tool skittered across the tile and slid under the bathroom door. The poor boy’s heart sank as he realized what she’d done. He rolled over and crawled on his hands and knees to the door. He turned the knob, but it was still locked and he had no way to open it.

“ANITAAAA!!! NOOOOOOO!!! NOW WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO???!!!”

The three girls laughed. “Ooooo, look at the big crybaby!” Anita clapped her hands and danced up and down. “The crybaby is gonna pee his panties! This is gonna be so much fun!”

“So much fun!” echoed the twins. “Baby Jeffrey is gonna pee his panties!”

Crouching over and squirming in desperation, the desperate lad tried to think. The downstairs bathroom was definitely a no go. The same with the ones upstairs. He thought for a moment about the kitchen sink, but ... well, that would just be gross. Plus, the girls would see him and they’d never let him live that down.

“Oh god ... oh god ... I really ... really gotta go ....”

Jeffrey was in agony! The strain between his legs was just debilitating and he could feel his penis burning to let loose the flow of urine. He glanced at the French doors that led from the family room to the patio. An idea suddenly hit him and he shook his head and gritted his teeth.

“Fine. I’ll just go outside then. You all can just go to hell!”

Before he could move a muscle the three girls formed up together in a show of force, hands on hips, arms linked, blocking his way to the family room. Still on his knees, he tried to push past them, but between his vulnerable state and their combined strength, he soon found himself in a struggle for dry pants.

“Nuh-uh-uh!” Anita said in a strong, commanding voice. She sounded more like a babysitter to the teenager than a babysat child. “Baby Jeffrey is a bad boy! If you don’t let us have our fun, then we’re gonna make you pee your panties!”

“Yeah, you’re a bad boy, Baby Jeffrey!” squealed Rita. “You’re a bad little boy and you’re gonna pay the price!”

“And that means you have to pee your pants!” yelled Tina. “Fun fun funny fun! We get to make Baby Jeffrey pee his pants!”

The three girls closed in on Jeffrey, a twin clinging to each arm and Anita pushing against him with her hands, poking him in his ribs and pinching and tweaking his nipples. The frantic lad squirmed in a vain attempt to stop her from touching him.

“Stop it, Anita! Don’t do that! Stop touching me! Stop touching me!”

Still on his knees, Jeffrey felt like a little child. Despite the difference in their age, Anita was almost as tall as our unfortunate hero and she was nearly as strong; all three of the girls were remarkably powerful, in fact, due to their mother’s insistence that they take gymnastics and sports and keep as active as possible. Poor Jeffrey, who spent most of his time reading comic books and playing board games, and who got winded just walking up the stairs, he was no match for his assailants.

“LET ME GO! DAMMIT, I GOTTA PEE AND I GOTTA GO NOW! LET ME GO! LET! ME! GOOOOOO!!!”

A sense of déjà vu swept over the frantic boy as he lost his balance and he felt himself being wrestled to the floor. The younger girls began pulling his legs apart, bringing him dangerously close to losing control of his bladder. He tried to cry out, but Anita fell on top of his chest, knocking the breath out of him.

“UGH! Anitaaaa ... please, get off ... of ... me,” he gasped. “Can’t ... breath ... gotta ... pee ....”

“Nuh-uh-uuuhhh, you had your chance, Jeffrey-Poo. All you had to do was let us watch, but you wouldn’t play. So now you gotta pay! Tickle him Rita, Tina! Tickle him until he pees!”

Eager, curious hands quickly went to work, tugging at Jeffrey’s shirt buttons and pulling off his shoes and socks; likewise, nimble fingers scratched and scraped his bare belly and the soles of his feet, sending mixed signals of pleasure and pain to his panicked brain. The helpless lad was overwhelmed by the assault on his self-respect and his body; between Anita pinching and tickling him in his nipples and ribs, and the twins tickling his bare feet, he no longer had any control over his body.

“NO! NONONONONONO NOOOO!!!” he cried out. “STOP IT DAMMIT! STOP IT! STOP IT! STOPITSTOPITSTOPITSTOPIT STOOOOOOP IIIIIIIIIT!!!”

The terrified boy’s pleas did nothing to slow down the attack. If anything, his cries served to fuel the fervor of his captors, as they increased their assault with great gusto, digging their little fingernails even deeper into his flesh and pinching his aching nipples and the soles of his feet and other sensitive areas with greater vigor. The three sisters worked hard and fast at tormenting their prey, and their efforts soon paid off in a very satisfactory and rewarding way.

“LET ... ME ... GOOOOOOO!”

But it was too late. Jeffrey felt like crying as the muscles within his body suddenly relaxed and a humiliating warmth spread around his crotch and his trousers. He tried to restrain the flow of urine, but he could not make it stop. Instead, a long, hot stream spewed from his penis, soaking his underwear and slowly but surely seeping through to his pants. Tears burned his eyes as he realized he had once again been defeated.

“No no no no no no noooooo ....”

“Uh-oh! Somebody peed their pants!” Anita announced. “Quick, sisters, get off him! You don’t want him peeing on you, too!”

“Uh-oh! Uh-oh!” the younger girls yelled in unison. “Somebody’s in trouuuuuu-buuuuuuullll!”

Jeffrey bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut tight. He did not need this. Not now, not ever.

“EW!” Rita-Tina squealed. “Bad Jeffrey! Nasty Jeffrey! You peed your pants just like a big ol’ fat baby!”

“Jeffrey peed his pan-teeees!” yelled the girls as loud as they could. “Jeffrey peed his pan-teeees!”

“Jeffrey peed his pan-teeees!
Jeffrey peed his pan-teeees!
Jeffrey peed his pan-teeees!
Jeffrey peed his pan-teeees!”

A titter of girlish giggles filled the hallway. Leering eyes and whispers and cheerful chatter were abundant. A newcomer to the scene would have thought a celebration was in progress. And in a way they might be right.

“What’s the matter, Baby Jeffrey? You’re not acting so tough now, are you?” Anita taunted.

“He’s not so smart now,” Rita mocked. “People who pee themselves aren’t very smart at all!”

Tina squealed in agreement. “The big fat babysitter ain’t so smart! He’s just a big fat baby!”

“Jeffrey’s a big fat baaaaay-beeee!” she sang. “He can’t control his pee-pee!”

The other girls joined in, of course, holding hands and dancing over the helpless boy in joyful celebration.

“Jeffrey’s a big fat baaaaay-beeee!
He can’t control his pee-pee!
Jeffrey’s a big fat baaaaay-beeee!
He can’t control his pee-pee!”

“Gah, no no no no no no nooooo ...,” Jeffrey repeated. “Oh geez ... please, let me up ... let me up ... please ... oh god ... nooooooo ....”

Finally on his feet, the humiliated teenager looked down and surveyed the damage. His trousers were ruined, drenched from his waistband to his knees, not just in the front, but in the back as well. He bit his lip as the cool damp khaki clung to his thighs, causing a shiver of shame to go up his spine.

“Now whatcha gonna do, Baby Jeffrey?” Anita taunted. “Looks like the babysitter is more baby than sitter!”

Rita laughed. “Yeah, he is a baby! A big fat baby!”

“A big fat WET baby!” added Tina.

“Poor little baby, hims wet hims wittle panties!” squealed the two younger girls.

“Jeffrey’s a big fat baaaaay-beeee!
He can’t control his pee-pee!
Jeffrey’s a big fat baaaaay-beeee!
He can’t control his pee-pee!”

Jeffrey was livid! He was also scared. And between the two emotions he had no idea what to do to get out of the mess he made.

“This is all your fault! This wouldn’t have happened if you’d just unlocked the stupid bathroom door! Dang it, Anita ... Rita ... Tina ....”

“Aw, is the wittle baby gonna cwy?” mocked Anita. “Is pee-pee pants Baby Jeffwey gonna be a big fat cwybaby? Is that what hims gonna do? Is hims gonna cwy? Hmm? Hmmm?”

Jeffrey actually thought about fighting back for a moment. He wanted so bad to slap that smarmy, smart-alecky smile off Anita’s freckled face and make her feel as bad as he did at that moment; he wanted to do the same if not more to Rita and Tina. For an instant he thought about turning all three girls over his lap, pulling down their shorts and panties and spanking their bare butts; that would have been perfect justice, to see their fat little bottoms and turn them red.

But he just couldn’t do it.

As I explained before, Jeffrey Walton had never really been all that physical, being more of a bookworm and nerd than anything else. Plus, he’d never ever hit anybody in his young life, not in a fight or on the playground or anywhere. It just wasn’t in his nature. He was, it seemed, more passive in such situations than anything else; and after the events of the previous day, the seed of masochism had apparently taken root. No, he would not be taking charge on this day, no matter how much he tried or wanted. He would be the victim ... and the plaything for these three very energetic, mischievous and somewhat cruel girls.

“What am I gonna do now,” he lamented in his disgrace. He looked down once again at his sodden clothing and sighed. “I ... I c-can’t sit around like this. I’m all wet!”

“And you stink, too!” Anita said, holding her nose and giggling. “You’re a stinky baby, Baby Jeffrey!”

“Yeah, you really stink!” echoed the twins, holding their noses and giggling.

Standing awkwardly before the girls, Jeffrey’s spirits fell to their lowest yet. It was bad enough that these dumb brats were laughing and teasing him, but in a little while their mother was going to come home and who knew how she would react when she found out he’d peed himself. And what about his own mom? Oh, the very thought of his mother finding out how he’d disgraced himself, peeing his pants, for heaven’s sake, that was the very worst! There was no way he was going to explain his way out of this one. Nope, his life was over as far as he knew. It was just a matter of time before the whole world knew what a failure he was ... and how he’d let three little snot-nosed red-headed girls get the best of him.

“You know, Jeffrey, we could help you out,” Anita said in a coy, saccharine-sweet voice. “If you’re a good boy, I mean.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we could wash your pants for you,” she said with a sly smile. “But only if you’re nice to us.”

“You know how to do that?”

“Oh sure. It’s not that hard. Even a boy could do it.”

Jeffrey nodded. “Okay, I guess so. What do I have to do?”

“Come with us,” the grinning girl said.

Jeffrey followed the three girls down the hall and into the laundry room. There he was faced with a very sophisticated washer and drier arrangement. Not knowing the slightest about how to operate such feminine machinery, he put himself – and his fate – into the hands of his captors. There was a price to be paid, of course, for the help he was about to receive.

“Okay, take off your pants,” Anita ordered. “Hurry up. We need to get them in the wash right away. Mom will be home in about an hour and it takes that long to get them done.”

“I’m not taking off my pants!” Jeffrey shouted. “Not in front of you, I’m not. It’s bad enough you got me in this mess. I’m not gonna let you make it worse!”

“Suit yourself, then.” Anita closed the lid and shrugged. “Go ahead and wear your stinky old pants. See if I care.”

Jeffrey frowned. He was afraid she was going to say something like that. He glanced at the twins, but they didn’t say a word, which was kind of weird. They didn’t even smile, which was even weirder.

“Come on, you guys. I’m not taking off my pants in front of you again. This is embarrassing enough.”

“Aw, don’t be shy, Jeffrey-Weffrey,” Rita-Tina sang sweetly. “We’ve seen your bare bottom before, remember? It’s not a big deal if we see you again.”

The other twin grinned. “Yeah, we already seen you without any clothes on. It don’t matter none. Take’em off, Jeffrey! We won’t make fun of you or anything. We promise.”

Jeffrey sighed. “I’m not taking off my pants in front of you little brats! After what happened yesterday, well ... I’m not gonna do it!”

“Then you’ll just have to wear your stinky old wet clothes until our mom comes home,” Anita said. “See if we care!”

“Yeah, see if we care!” sang the twins.

There was a pause in the argument, and for a moment no one said a word. Jeffrey was at a loss as to what to do. He felt just horrible standing around in his cold, damp pants, but he was not about to let these dumb old girls see him naked again. He just wasn’t going to do it!

Geez, this is so dumb, he thought miserably. How am I gonna explain this to Mrs. Martin? What am I going to tell her? And what’s my mom gonna say? Geez, this is so dumb ....

After several tedious seconds, Anita suddenly broke the silence, her soft voice oddly sweet and seemingly caring.

“Okay, Jeffrey, how about this,” she said calmly. “What if we promise not to laugh at you or tease you or anything like that? Just take off your pants and we’ll put them in the washer, then when they’re done we’ll dry them real quick. It’s that easy. We don’t want you getting into any trouble. After all, you’re our favorite babysitter and we don’t want to lose you, Jeffrey-Poo!”

“Yeah, you’re our favorite babysitter,” Tina sang prettily. “We love you, Jeffrey-Poo!”

“We do love you, Jeffrey-Poo!” Rita said. “We don’t want you getting in trouble!”

“But ... I don’t want to ... to go without any pants,” the nervous lad whispered.

Anita smiled. “Oh, don’t worry about that. Your shirt is long enough. We won’t see anything important.”

The twins didn’t say a word. Instead, they just stood and listened, their faces innocent and their eyes alight with expectation.

Well, you know what happened, of course. Jeffrey really didn’t have much of a choice. The argument was soon settled and red-faced and ashamed, our thirteen year old hero unbuckled his belt, undid his zipper ... and slowly lowered his trousers. As he undressed Jeffrey closed his eyes, trying his best to ignore the leering stares and jeering laughter that was sure to come.

“You better not laugh at me,” he croaked as he dropped his pants and underwear around his ankles. “You promised! Don’t be laughing at me ... don’t even look at me!”

To his surprise, there wasn’t a sound in the room as he undressed, not a giggle or a chuckle or any laughter of any kind; if he hadn’t known any better he would have thought he was alone. When he opened his eyes he was confronted with three solemn, serious faces. Except for Tina fighting the urge to giggle – he was pretty sure it was Tina, though it might have been Rita – he was almost convinced of their sincerity.

“Put you pants and panties in here,” Anita instructed, her voice oddly mature and stern. She pulled a box of detergent from the shelf and measured out the correct portion using a green translucent cup. “You may as well take off your shirt, too. It’s got pee on it at the bottom. If you have it on when you put on your clean pants you’ll still stink. And you stink enough as it is.”

“I ... I’m not taking off my shirt,” Jeffrey squeaked. “I ... I’ll be naked if I do.”

A ripple of giggles fluttered about the room.

“Oh, don’t be a baby about it,” Anita insisted. “It’s not like we haven’t already seen your bare butt anyway. You stink enough as it is. If you don’t get it washed it’s gonna smell up the whole house.”

“Yeah, you stink enough as it is,” echoed Rita-Tina.

Jeffrey started to protest, not wanting to be completely naked in front of the girls, but he took a deep breath and sighed, then pulled off his shirt and handed it to Anita. She held it over the washing machine and dropped it in the large opening unceremoniously.

“Say ‘bye-bye, Baby Jeffrey,” she cooed sweetly.

The blushing teenager watched helplessly as his clothes were ceremoniously dropped into the large shiny washing machine. Though he was nervous and embarrassed as heck, he tried his best to be nonchalant about his nudity. Rather than get all worked up and show his fears, he instead tried to put on a show of courage by focusing intently on the process of getting his clothes clean and dried as soon as possible. He paid close attention as Anita turned some dials and poured in some soap powder and clicked some switches.

“Now what?” he asked, not knowing quite what else to say.

“And now we wait for the machine to do its work.” Anita raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Let’s go find something to do, okay?”

In what could only be described as a daze, thirteen year old Jeffrey Walton allowed the twins to take him by the hand, one on the left, the other on the right, and lead him out of the laundry room and down the hallway. He desperately wanted to cover up his privates, but he knew from previous experience any argument would only lead to more unwanted drama. He soon found himself standing in the middle of the family room, still naked, still holding hands with the two eight year olds and feeling very much the fool.

“Now what?” he croaked, his voice not much more than a whisper.

“You asked that already,” Anita said smartly. She stood with her hands on her hips, superhero-style, large and in charge of the situation. “You still stink, you know. So how about getting you cleaned up?”

Jeffrey nodded. His glasses bothered him but he couldn’t get his hands lose from the girls in order to make the proper adjustment.

“Oh, yeah. That’s a good idea, I guess.”

Anita looked him up and down. She then wiggled her eyebrows in a playful manner and smiled a huge, sarcastic smile.

“Probably the best thing to do is take you outside on the patio and hose you down like we used to do Silvia.”

Jeffrey’s eyes went wide with surprise! She wanted to do ... what? Take him outside? Hose him down? Like ... Silvia? Who the heck was Silvia?

“Um, who’s Silvia?” he said nervously. A sudden thought hit him. “Was she ... she ... another one of your babysitters? Did you make her pee her pants, too?”

The Martin sisters all suddenly burst out laughing. Rita and Tina were the loudest and craziest, of course, literally falling on the floor and kicking and screaming hysterically. Anita didn’t go quite that far, but she did her fair share, covering her face with her hands and jumping up and down and squealing with glee. Jeffrey was taken aback by the girls’ reaction, and he immediately knew he’d said something really stupid.

“So ... Silvia wasn’t your babysitter?” he croaked. He glanced down at his nudity and felt even dumber than he did ten seconds earlier. “Who ... who was she then?”

“Silvia isn’t our babysitter!” Rita squeaked happily. “She’s a horsey! Boy, are you dumb!”

Tina giggled wildly and pointed at the blushing boy. “Yeah, you’re so dumb, Baby Jeffrey! Silvia is our horsey! She’s not a babysitter, you dumb old stupidhead! She’s a horsey!”

The baffled boy shook his head. “A ... horse ...?”

“Yes, you big fat dummy. Silvia is a horse,” Anita said after recovering from her fit. “Our mom got us riding lessons and we go ride Silvia when the weather is nice. When we’re done, we hose her down and shampoo her and brush her. She’s so sweet and pretty. It’s lots of fun.”

“Jeffrey thought Silvia was our babysitter!” screamed Rita. “That’s so funny! What did you think, Jeffrey? Did you think we made one of our other babysitters pee herself, too?”

Anita grinned and shook her finger at the blushing boy as a mother would a naughty child. “Jeffrey, you got a dirty mind! You thought we made a girl named Silvia pee herself and get naked, didn’t you? Isn’t that right? Did you think we made Silvia get naked? Hmm? Hmmm?”

“Silvia already is naked,” squealed Tina. “But she’s supposed to be naked ... horsies don’t wear clothes! They’re naked all the time!”

“We tricked Jeffrey” yelled Rita. “We really tricked him! He thought Silvia was a naked girl! That’s hilarious!”

“Yeah, we tricked Jeffrey,” agreed Anita. “But the best trick is we got him naked ... again! Two days in a row we got him out of his clothes and made him go naked! That’s the funniest thing of all!”

“It is the funniest thing of all,” cheered Rita. “Naked Jeffrey ... he’s sooooo funny!”

“Yeah, we got you now, Naked Jeffrey!” shouted Tina. “We got you naked again and there ain’t nothin’ you can do about that!”

To say Jeffrey felt foolish is an understatement. Standing before these three mischievous brats in with nothing but his birthday suit was a nightmare, but to be outwitted by them only made him feel worse. He was so angry and scared and confused ... oh, it was just maddening!

God, I so want to slap all three of them across their smart-aleck little faces, he thought angrily. It would be just awesome if I could pull down their pants and whip their little butts! That would show them who’s boss! That would teach them to stop trying to make me look stupid!

Of course, Jeffrey didn’t dare do any of that. He wasn’t going to slap Anita’s face and he wasn’t going to spank Rita nor Tina. As dumb as he felt at that very minute, he was smart enough to know that they’d tell their mother and then everything would come out. Everyone would know how he got tricked into giving up his clothes ... twice in two days yet! And peeing his pants, how did that even happen? Oh, those girls, they were clever, all right. Who knew what they’d do if he tried to retaliate! They’d tell their mother ... and then his own mother would find out everything ... and then ... well, it wouldn’t be good. Not good at all.

UGH! How did I get into this mess, he thought desperately. This is so stupid ... I’m bigger and smarter and older than they are ... and they got me in so much trouble! How can this be?

I JUST WANNA GO HOME!!!

“Come on, Baby Jeffrey,” cooed Anita. “Let’s go get you all cleaned up. We’ll treat you really nice, just like we do Silvia.”

Jeffrey watched with wide eyes as Anita opened up the huge double doors to the patio. A gust of fresh air swept over his naked shoulders and nipples and he felt the twins grab him by the wrist and pull him toward the bright sunlight. He’d never been outside without any clothes before and the idea terrified him! What if the neighbors saw him, or there were more girls waiting for him, just out of sight, preparing to ambush him and do who knew what to him?

“Rita! Tina! Let me go! Let go! Let me go!”

“Oh, stop being such a crybaby,” Anita said with a laugh. “You’re worse than a first grader, always whining and crying about the dumbest things. You don’t act like a teenager at all!”

“But, but I can’t go outside like this!” Jeffrey fussed helplessly. “Come on, Anita! I don’t wanna go outside naked! Please, don’t make me!”

“Shut up and come with us, Jeffrey!” shouted Rita-Tina. “And stop acting like a little baby! We’re gonna give you a bath whether you like it or not!”

Jeffrey was in a panic! The twins had pulled him dangerously close to the patio doors and toward the open air ... he was only a few steps away from disaster! Holy crap! What if these stupid brats locked him outside, leaving him to fend for himself? He tried to imagine being stuck outside in his birthday suit where he could be seen by, well, just about anybody. What if the neighbors saw him and called the police? What would he say when they showed up? What could he say? And what would Mrs. Martin say when she came home and saw him naked in her back yard? How was he going to explain his way out of that one? What would his mother say if she ever found out about any of this? Worse yet, what would she do?

Oh god ....

Jeffrey blinked and took a deep breath. For an instant he almost followed Rita and Anita to whatever fate awaited him through those wide open doors ... but then his knees went weak and a dizziness caused him to sway over and fall down to his knees.

“I ... I ... I ain’t goin’ outside!” the naked lad declared. “That’s crazy! You think you can take me outside ... with no clothes on ... you’re crazy!”

The girls all laughed. Anita was the loudest this time.

“Oh, silly, silly Jeffrey! Why not? It’ll be fun, really! Just go out on the patio, we’ll get the hose and rinse you off and then have a little fun. We can play some games and do anything you want. There ain’t nothin’ to be skeered of. It’ll be fun! We promise!”

“Yeah, we promise!” echoed the twins.

There was a titter of giggles. Still on his knees, Jeffrey looked up at the three sets of mischievous eyes. Why did he feel so helpless? He was so much older than any of them, but he was so scared he could hardly move. All he knew for sure was that if he stepped out that door untold shame and horror awaited him.

“I’m not going outside with no clothes on!” the anxious lad insisted. “It’s bad enough you took away my pants and things ... I’m not going out where people can see me!”

There was another wave of laughter and all three girls jumped up and down with delight. It wasn’t often that they had such control over a boy, especially a much older boy, and they were milking it for all it was worth.

“Baby Jeffrey is a scaredy-cat!” Tina – or maybe it was Rita – screamed. “What’s the matter, Baby Jeffrey, you ‘fraid of the big bad wolf or something?”

“Yeah, Baby Jeffrey’s ‘fraid of the big bad wolf!” squealed the other twin.

“Nobody’s gonna see you,” Anita said with a smile. “The hedge is way too tall and besides, the nearest neighbor is Mrs. Jones and she’s too far away to give a care.”

Jeffrey frowned. “I’m still not going out there and letting you spray me with a stupid hose! You guys are just crazy!”

“You’re scared of a silly old hose?” Rita teased. “Wow, you really are a big ol’ fat sissy!”

“I’m not a sissy! I just ... just don’t want to get sprayed with a hose! And I ... I ... I d-d-don’t like b-being naked!”

“Well, if you won’t go outside and let us hose you down, you’re still gonna have to get a bath,” Anita replied. “You really do stink, you know.”

“Yeah, you stink bad,” jeered Tina. Or was it Rita? “You really gotta take a bath!”

Jeffrey looked down at his naked body and sighed. He then pushed his oversized horn-rimmed glasses up his nose. Maybe taking a bath wasn’t such a bad idea. At least then he’d be covered by the water and the girls wouldn’t be able to see so much of him.

“Oh, okay. I guess a bath is okay. I just don’t wanna go outside!”

“Well, I guess so ....”Anita glowed with delight as she took him by the hand. The twins grabbed his other arm, nearly pulling him off balance.

“Oh goody! We’ll help!” Rita – or was it Tina? – squealed.

“Come on, Baby Jeffrey. Follow us!”

To be continued ....

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